Page 7 of Tiny's Law

“Shit,” I curse. Checking my watch, I realize it’s already twenty after six. No wonder Riley already left.

Making my way back to my office, I see I’m the only one left. All my techs are long gone, and passing the empty offices makes it clear none of the private security guards I employ are here either. So I decide to pack up my laptop and grab my bike keys before setting the alarm and locking the front door.

Desert Security became my baby as soon as I got out of the Marines. A few of my buddies came on after their retirement as well, so now we offer all different aspects of security. You need some cameras or a system installed? We got you. You need some cyber security for your business? We got that, too. You feel unsafe and need a short-term or even a long-term bodyguard? Bingo, baby. We’ve got you covered.

We’re a one-stop shop. It’s everything I ever could have wished for. I’m pretty fucking good at it too, which is why it’s pissing me the fuck off that I can’t figure out who the hell is threatening my club.

One of my brother’s was hit on his motorcycle a few months ago. He’s just now getting back into the swing of life, and it enrages me how almost six months of his life was taken away from him and his wife because he’s been pretty much useless while recovering.

Then, Lilah, Ringer’s ol’ lady, had her bakery mysteriously catch on fire a few weeks ago. I destroyed my entire office when I realized, once again, I’d been outsmarted and had no fucking access to any of the cameras on the entire block.

I have since gained access back and have made security so tight that even POTUS and his whole damn secret service couldn’t get in.

It’s taking time, but my team is strengthening every piece of security we have already up and are continuing to set. I’m done fucking around.

My phone vibrates in my pocket, and when I pull it out, I curse when I realize who it is.

Desert Ink: Hey Tiny! It’s Shaye! I was told to check in and see if you’re still able to make your appointment tonight.

Fuck. I completely forgot I had an appointment with Brenna tonight to work on my sleeve.

Me: On my way

Desert Ink: Perfect! See you soon.

One of the perks of living in a smaller town is I’m able to make it from my office, which is basically a very large warehouse, to the complete opposite side of town where all the club’s businesses are in no time.

I back my bike up against the curb in front of the shop and grab my laptop, slinging it over my shoulder before getting off. The damn thing is practically an extension of me. I don’t go anywhere without it.

“Tiny!” Brenna rounds the reception desk and presses her tiny fairy-like body to my front in a welcoming hug. This girl has come a long fucking way since coming here over a year ago. My club brother, Flame, has really brought her out of her shell.

When she first got here, she was spooked by damn near everything. She couldn’t be touched and wouldn’t even think of giving me a handshake. Now she hugs everyone she can, as much as she can.

“Hey Bun, how are you?” When Brenna first moved to town, she went by the nickname Bunny, but as soon as she decided this was her new home, she started going by her real name again. Sometimes, out of habit, I accidentally call her Bunny or even Bun, but thankfully she didn’t seem to mind too much.

“I’m so good!” she chirps and smiles brightly. Her eyes widen in excitement, and she reaches over the counter onto her tiptoes. She settles back on her pale pink chucks and turns her tablet around to me.

On the screen is a mockup of the sleeve she has planned out for me. A black and white, Greek mythology masterpiece that will cover my arm from shoulder to fingertips. “Shit, babe. That’s fucking badass.”

“You like it?” she asks timidly.

“Hell yes! I’m glad I left this arm untouched.” I say, smiling at her. I use the pad of my finger to drag the art across the screen, zooming in.

She reaches over and points out the different details of the scenes.

The piece that catches my attention the most is the large Medusa head which will be the focal point on my upper arm.

“Where are we going to start?” I ask, handing her the tablet back.

She smiles wide and turns to walk back to the printer. “Medusa, obviously.”

Just then, Brenna smiles towards the back of the shop where Flame comes strolling out of the back room where they do piercings, followed by Shaye and another woman. “Tiny! What’s going on, brother?” he booms and greets me with a smile.

He parts from Shaye and heads my way. Pulling me in for a half handshake, half hug, I shrug with a smile. “Just thought I’d pop in and let your ol’ lady demolish my arm.”

“Oh shit, you’re starting that today?” Flame asks, pride in his eyes showing for his ol’ lady and apprentice.

“The start of it, at least.”

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